Now he is two

My little grandson, Owen, who will be two this week, loves animals. When we are on the boardwalk with him and his sisters, he enjoys the squirrels. If he doesn’t see them, he calls, “Squirrel, where are you?” He is also fascinated with the birds which come around to feed from your hand.

After school one day recently, our daughter, the kids, their grandfather and I went fishing for the first time this year. Last year, Owen sat on a blanket while his sisters and mother fished. This year he’s a going concern, so while our daughter helped the girls fish, my husband and I, neither of whom enjoys fishing ourselves, spent time with Owen. 

He loves the outdoors and was eager to explore and the Marchbank’s Pond area is a great place to do just that. I took him for a walk and we heard birds singing in the trees. One Red-winged blackbird high above us was insistent with its call and chattering.

Owen and I watched and listened for the longest time both on our way to and from the waterfall.

Later, while he played by the pond with his sisters, the same bird flew to a tree nearby then back to the original place again. Owen watched the bird with interest. When he walked to the falls with his mother and sisters, Owen told his mother about the bird and pointed towards it.

My interest in birds started late in life. Owen is starting early.

Happy birthday, sweet boy!

                               Owen insists on wearing the cap this way.